Talking to the raindrops...

A little something I wrote earlier this year:

Pure pearls of water,

      how elegantly

      you roll down

      that transparent pane. 

When you visit,

      do you

      have a story to tell me,

or,

      is  it  hope

      that you  have to share? 

Each of you

thatKisses

t h e    p a r c h e d    e a r t h,

do you feel secure in a warm bundle of fulfillment

or is that something you do because gravity leaves you no other options? 

We stare at each other.

I feel an instant connection with you.

You remind me

of

all the worlds

that I have lived in

and even

of those in which I haven’t. 

You

propose a friendship

between us,

refusal is not my response. 

We share a beautiful language,

for which words and speech are trampled upon,

imagine their insignificance. 

The landscape of our communication

is just as lovely

as the flowers of unspoken words that we cultivate on it. 

You are liquid magic.

You overwhelm me.

Each of you that yet rest on my big glass window

are part of my very own collection of diamonds and stars.

I look at you

and we converse

in our very own language

and you

always have only

wonder and amazement to offer,

in abundance,

with a wink and a smile.